Araman’s Net User Note: I’m at Centrelink, stealing internet credits from the Boss’ Computer while he takes a Whizz.

I think I’ve finally caught something. Sitting on a public bench situated only feet from the road – I was wasting away the hours by lighting up and smoking the remains of discarded cigarette butts that I found in the ashtray of one of the larger, iron rubbish bins. After going through about 2-dozen, I realised that I was building up a substantial amount of phlegm that inhibited me from breathing correctly. Although frequently clearing it – scratching my throat with a sharp outtake of air – my throat was in the same situation – packed with gooey phlegm again, after only several short minutes. It was only when I put down the diminishing butt of a smoking cigar that I marked my turning point - my convalescence.

Wrapping my lips around the end of a tap, I turned it on expecting my mouth to be awash with refreshing water – what I found instead, was a dead gecko, a hornets nest and a variety of insects, swishing and swaying around the sacred inner section of my mouth.

What I can draw from my experiences is that the shit from the tap, tasted better than the cigar.

Composed by Joel  at 11:55 pm